The Hawk West Desk Window 12:15pm
Two Jehovah’s Witnesses
knocked on My Side Door
while I was mopping upstairs
& tried to get Me
to believe in Satan
but I would have none of it:
“I give The Devil no credence”
They said, “So You believe Mankind is responsible
for all the bad things?”
I said, “In part, but I believe
in The Reconciliation of Opposites”
“What’s That?”
I told Them I wanted to get back
to My Cleaning
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:22pm
In Memory Of All The Flies
Who Died When I Sprayed
Their Cranny
Over My Storm Door —
In Memory Of All Those
Times I Let You Out
Carefully Lowering The Glass Panel
On The Screen
To Ease You Down Without Harm —
I Have Had To Sweep Off
Your Carcasses
From My Step
& Hope I Never See Your Brothers
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:40pm
We Lay In Our Beds
Flattened Against The Night
All Around One Half
Of The Globe
Only To Dream Of What Might
Happen
When We Raise
Our Selves
Up
The Hawk Deck 3:00pm
I Have Seen The Perfect
Nautilus
Within My Universal Vision
— the sink It was —
Showing Me The Perfect
Form Of Reproduction
& Through My Chaos
of hand-washing
I Diffused The Spiral
Only To Let It
Re-set
in ever-smaller
smatterings
The Hawk Deck 8:30pm
Will The Low Cooing
Of The Mourning Dove
Be The Sound Of The Hawk
When I Leave?
Or Will It Be The Waves
I’ll Hear As I Head Out
Into The Night Of My Future
Seeking Only
To Find
The Repetitions?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:38pm
A Black-headed Gull
blown in from the storm
circled over Me
as I threw
bits of bread
on the newly cut lawn
He landed beside Me
for probably the first
square meal
He’s had since
He was carried to Us
The Hawk Outpost 8:45am
Moving in and out
between The Clouds
My Silver Sun
greets Me through The Mist
and says Hello to The World
illuminating
My Silver Sea
Joanna Gilman Hyde 